The Dark Lord Alan Becker Novels & Stories

GD was leaning on the frame of her walk in veranda, blankly staring at her. Daeira was a little bit edgy when he wasn't saying anything at all while he regarded her with such unnamed hostility. She flinched when he finally stepped slowly towards her direction. "You've been dreaming of that bastard, huh?" he said in low voice. When Daeira saw the dark eyes instead of his scarlet ones, she knew the dark lord was mad of something. "You've been receiving him willingly in your realm where you forbid me to trespass and I respected that. But you had been conversing with him in your mind even in my presence." he stated dangerously.

Adam chuckled as he took hold of Ann's hand and squeezed it reassuringly as they waited for Lord Brarthroroz to exit the vehicle and followed behind him. Allen glanced at Lord Brarthroroz a little warily as he took in his huge frame. Even by werewolf standards, this man was massive. He looked between Lexi and the newcomer and frowned. They were obviously close but how close, he wasn't sure. He was about to open his mouth and ask for himself, but Adam beat him to it. "Allen, this is Lord Brarthroroz, Daemon Lord and also Lexi's father. Lord Brarthroroz, this is my Beta Allen." Adam said genially as he wrapped his arm around Ann and pulled her in as close to his side as he possibly could.

The man moved to the side. At this moment, a strange number called. Andon glanced at the screen and answered, "I am fucking pissed right now, you—" "Is this Mr. Grylls? Mr. Beckard has heard of your situation. He would like to know if you are interested in revenge?" Mr. Beckard? Andon tried his best to recall, but he couldn't remember anyone of this name in Steinberg. "Mr. Beckard who?" "Jace Beckard of the Beckard family in Draepolis."

The room consisted of the Moon Shadow pack’s highest-ranking members and the honour race and at the moment every single one of them was silent. “Alaster Dark is a psychopath.” I shook my head to rid myself of the mental image and the smell of blood as it seeped onto the floor. “Are you okay?” Alpha Allison looked at me with concern shining in her eyes. “Death isn’t a new concept to me, it’s the way he delivered a verdict on the man’s life without a moment’s hesitation that bothers me.” My jaw clenched.

He missed them terribly and he missed Sophia more. “Alan” Maska Zang Called. “Becky is calling you” Maska Zang informed him, a tinge of amusement in his voice. “Who is Becky now? Please just tell me Sloana is not aware of her at all. She might end up killing this one” Alan doubled with laughter where he was as he opened the shower to take his bath.

He nodded, and I grabbed one of the rogues just as she approached me. “Fancy seeing you, Alpha.” She said, smiling softly. “Now you wouldn’t hurt a woman, would you, darling?” “I believe that I would.” I said, snapping her neck before she could respond. “As she has crossed my grounds…” But the reprieve didn’t last. The smell of blood filled my nostrils. “Nolan, things are getting out of control.” Alessandro said, looking at me. “And there's something else you need to know…”

Every elder went still again, as if afraid even their breathing might provoke him. Alpha Caius turned his head slowly toward the speaker. “You’re sure?” “Yes, Alpha. We confirmed it before leaving New Moon.” Alpha Caius’s gaze returned to me. This time, it wasn’t cold, it was calculating, like he was peeling me open without lifting a finger. “Interesting,” he murmured, voice low and quiet but it coiled around the room like smoke. “So Damon sends me James’s daughter. And James leaves behind a daughter I never knew existed.”

*Anonymous POV* "I need to see the Dark Alpha immediately," Damon demanded, his voice cold and urgent as he faced the guards outside the Dark Alpha's castle. The Dark Alpha was infamous among the shifters, feared as the most malevolent creature. His pack consisted of rogue wolves, trained to be merciless and heartless. The Dark Alpha sought power above all else and delighted in inflicting slow, agonizing deaths on his enemies, savoring their pleas for mercy.

Especially not now. Graham’s jaw tightened. He clearly didn’t agree, but he nodded once and stepped out, closing the door behind him with a quiet thud. “Timika, unlock her memories,” Alpha Trent commanded. Timika’s eyes widened. “Not like this, Alpha. There are steps and rituals. You can’t just use dark magic in a hospital unless you're prepared to risk lives. The magic will claim the lives of a lot of people.” “Does it have to be dark magic?” Alpha Trent growled, his voice laced with frustration. “You know how much I hate that.”

However, the meeting happened unexpectedly between Delmom and Brenda, who had managed to escape from her father. “Delmom, I really need to talk to you before it’s too late.” “What are you doing here, Brenda? — Yes, I don’t have much time, but everything bad that’s happening is my father’s fault, be careful with him!” Brenda disappeared into the mist, becoming a beautiful omega and ran through the mountains. Soon Delmom, transformed into an alpha, but with a broken heart, was looking for prey to feed on. Delmom’s hunt was so intense that all he could see in his eyes was red blood.